In the high sky, the Witch of Iceland, the Eye of Curse, and the Liege of Death stood in a triangle far away from each other. At the center of them was Kritonia, "Heart of Time", who was no longer as vigorous as before, and Hoffenberg, a mature man with a pair of cold silver eyes.
Neither of the two legendary Knights was holding their longswords. They floated there empty-handed.
"It's about time. I'll go down and deceive them into opening the defense." Hoffenberg raised his head and looked at the clear stars.
Atlant, the Eye of Curse, closed his eyes and said with a smile, "Thank you for your cooperation, Your Majesty."
Different from Kritonia, Hoffenberg was not controlled by the Liege of Death's curse. Also, he was close to the peak of his strength. He was a partner.
Hoffenberg lowered his body and flew down in a streak of silver light, while his voice lingered in the sky. "Begin the operation!"
Hardly had he concluded his sentence when Kritonia's body suddenly became hazy and dispersed into ripples of light, from which a streak of silver light shot out and slashed at the Witch of Iceland!
Hoffenberg's Sword of Truth was in his hands!
Caught unprepared, the Witch of Iceland only had the time to activate the passive defense and flash effect. However, the silver light of the sword was like a maggot that could not be removed. It cut open the layers of defense and destroyed the effects of space teleportation, hitting the Witch of Iceland directly.
Cut everything. Sword of Truth!
Kritonia did not care about anything at all. He did not leave any defense for himself, as if the Liege of Death and the Eye of Curse next to him did not exist at all.
At this moment, the Witch of Iceland was the only thing in his eyes.
The Liege of Death watched that but did not take action, because he seemed to have been moved to another world!
The silver light of the sword pierced through the Witch of Iceland, and her body that seemed to be made of ice was ripped apart by countless illusionary cracks into pieces. Heavy snow fell unhurriedly.
The Witch of Iceland found it hard to believe that Kritonia, the Heart of Time, would attack her even before her death, because he had been cursed by the Liege of Death when he was captured. Should he do anything to harm them, he would immediately die because of the boiling of his blood.
The source of the curse was the legendary essence of the Liege of Death, and it was one of the most mysterious spells. Therefore, even the demigods such as the Lord of Hell and the God of Silver Moon could barely crack it without attracting the attention of the Liege of Death, unless a demigod sorcerer cracked it directly.
This was absolutely impossible!
Such a magician had yet to be born!
The snowflakes dissipated, and the Witch of Iceland fell.
The silver light that Hoffenberg turned into flew halfway, before he took a turn and blinked to the Eye of Curse through time and space.
Atlant, the Eye of Curse, had already realized what was going on when the Witch of Iceland was attacked. However, instead of helping her, he simply cast a spell to escape. Therefore, when Hoffenberg's own silver light hit him, only a scream was heard through time and space. The best effect was not achieved.
"You're rather fast to run away …" Hoffenberg said coldly. Instead of chasing him immediately, he looked at the Liege of Death and thought to himself, Don't blame me. Blame yourself for Aalto's failure. You have no hope at all …
The message was sent more than half an hour ago, and it decided his choice. Although the legendary sorcerers kept in touch with each other, they did not have the ability to build sound transmission circles everywhere. They could only exchange messages through their demiplanes at fixed times. However, in the fierce battle, the legendary sorcerers in Aalto did not have the time to send messages to Lucien.
The Liege of Death seemed to have been abandoned and rejected by the world. He floated there alone, and his voice could not spread out at all. It made him realize that he had run into a demigod.
In the sky of Cocus, a middle-aged man who was wearing a sacred crown and holding a platinum staff appeared and said peacefully, "You should feel honored that the Lord asked me to abandon the pursuit of the dark creatures and come to execute you."
A top legendary sorcerer and a necromancer who had a thousand years of experience at the peak of legendary was definitely a terrifying being. Even Dracula and Danisos were not confident that they were stronger than the Liege of Death. In terms of weirdness, mysteriousness, survivability, and resurrection methods, the Liege of Death was much better than them.
Looking at Pope Gregory before him, the Liege of Death suddenly asked, "Who are you?"
"Who are you exactly?"
The curse on Kritonia was unraveled somehow, which made him realize that something was not right. Then, he sensed the vague familiarity that the pope gave him. It was a similar feeling that he once felt from a certain legendary sorcerer many, many years ago.
Within the range of Gregory's power, his voice could not be leaked out. He raised his head and said arrogantly,
"You don't deserve to know."
He raised his platinum staff, and the projection of Mountain Paradise appeared. "You are one and all" echoed in the air.
… …
The snowflakes that suddenly fell from the sky made Arnold's heart tighten. A bad feeling came to his head through the projection of his Host Star of Destiny.
"Run!" He shouted at the top of his lungs.
From every corner of the swamp, gold Knights and sky Knights were running close in the form of elements and light. In Cocus' direction, the red robes arrived under the protection of the holy light. In the darkness, the night watchers came and went unpredictably, reaping lives nonstop.
Congus, Nielson, Priscilla, Fernando, and the other archmages and senior-rank sorcerers, who were back to themselves, did not understand what was going on, but they still tried their best and launched all kinds of spells to kill the enemy. In the meantime, they were not in the mood to waste any more time. Once they saw an opportunity, they would activate their life-saving spells immediately. They had to get out of this place even if they had to kill themselves!
The battle was quite gory for a moment.
The old fox Arnold searched for Priscilla and Fernando, planning to give them a hand before they escaped.
At this moment, Kritonia saw him from the high sky. Narrowing his eyes, he waved his right hand, and the Sword of Truth cut through the time and space and hit Arnold.
"You dare to get involved in such a thing when you are so weak? Your cleverness is nothing. "He casually mocked.
The magic effects on Arnold were broken before they were activated, and the sword pierced through him.
The cold, stinging feeling paralyzed Arnold's soul. He subconsciously turned around and looked at Renstadt, thinking in confusion, "Am I finally going to die?"
… …
"Old Fox!"
Fernando, who had fought his way to the edge of the encirclement despite his wounds and was about to perform "Chaos Teleportation", watched the old fox being hit by the silver sword in disbelief.
In his mind, the old fox was an extremely cunning old man. Whatever he said, there could be a scheme behind it. He was never in a hurry, and everything was under his control.
Shouldn't he have more methods and reinforcements to make a comeback? How could he be killed just like that?
A dagger quietly stabbed out from the darkness, stabbing into Fernando's back.
… …
On the plateau near Renstadt, deep below the ground …
Douglas sat at the center of the square in a daze, considering the most important question wholeheartedly.
After being busy for a while, he raised his head in exhaustion and looked at the sorcerers who stayed in this place.
At this moment, a few kids were running and playing, and the apples in their hands accidentally flew out.
The apples fell to the ground of the square in a parabola uncontrollably.
The arc flashed in Douglas's head like a lightning, illuminating the whole darkness. The bits and pieces that he had accumulated in the past were condensed into an answer.
"That explains a lot!"
"That's how the celestial bodies move!"
Douglas picked up the quill in his hand as if he had gone mad, and started writing on the parchment beside him quickly.
All the magic flames in Allyn suddenly died out, and the earth rumbled.
The sorcerers looked at each other in bewilderment, not knowing what had happened at all.
It was night near Renstadt. It should've been covered in darkness, but a scorching sun was hanging high in the sky, emitting light and heat.
Behind it, a boundless, hazy universe appeared, where the stars were orbiting in obvious and mysterious patterns.
"What happened?" The Knight who hadn't fallen asleep yet was dumbfounded.
… …
Arnold, who was on the verge of death, suddenly saw that a sun rose in Renstadt, which was a major contrast to the darkness on this side. So, he struggled to put on a smile.
"Am I hallucinating?"
"Or did he really succeed?"
Vaguely comforted, he was torn into shreds by the Sword of Truth.
Fernando saw that too. He tried his best to prevent himself from being stunned by the dagger and disappeared through "Chaos Teleportation".
"It's dawn in Renstadt? Douglas' cognitive world has half-solidified? Feedback from the 'real world'? "
It was his last thought before he woke up.
In the meantime, 'Eternal Wind', Cocus's legendary Knight, joined the battlefield and blocked other people who were trying to escape.
The ivory ocean of holy light swallowed the sky, and the Liege of Death's body gradually turned transparent.
Sensing the changes in Renstadt, he smiled with mixed feelings. "The legacy of magic will never cease."
Pope Gregory seemed to have aged twenty years. Even his hair turned gray. Looking at the "sun" in Renstadt, he coughed and said, "It's just a half-solidified cognitive world. He's a new legend at best."
After 'God's Arrival', he needed peace and did not want to fight anymore. So, he said to Hoffenberg, "You go and take care of it."
… …
Familiar people fell one after another. The old fox's blood splashed on his face. Enemies were everywhere in the darkness, and it was impossible for him to escape … Fernando woke up from the nightmare, feeling pain all over his body.
"Huh." Someone next to him replied in a low voice.
Fernando looked over in shock, only to discover that he was in a spacious carriage. The carriage was moving very smoothly, and he didn't feel the slightest bump. In the carriage, a peerlessly beautiful girl was looking at him expressionlessly.
She had a pair of silver eyes that were clear and cold.
"Hathaway?" Although they hadn't seen each other for ten years, Fernando recognized her immediately. He couldn't help but feel that the little girl had grown into a great beauty.
Hathaway was wearing a common white court dress. She nodded her head, hinting that it was her. Then, she thought for a long time but failed to come up with a way to comfort Fernando. So, she simply said, "The obstacle to Douglas' legendary is gone."
Fernando was immediately back to reality. He bellowed in frustration, "What's the use of that? The Liege of Death is dead. The old fox is dead. Nielson is dead. Everybody is dead! "
"What's the use of a new legend?"
Hathaway looked at him for a while and picked up a thick book with a black cover. "Douglas asked me to give it to you."
"What's the use of a book?" Fernando was desperate. He took the book and looked at the cover, only to be stunned.
'Mathematical Principles of Magical Philosophy'!
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